"A thousand spirit stones?" Mu Mu quickly turned around in her head, thinking that it could be a huge amount with a smile, enough to take her several years, and she was a little excited.
"What do you want to bet on?... It's not like I've never met your brother before. I'm just here to settle old scores with him!"
When it comes to writing poems, Mu Mu is not afraid of others. Even if her brother doesn't do anything, she can still write poetry herself. After all, Li Ye began to teach her how to read and write when they were on Tianshan Mountain.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Countless gazes were directed at Mu Mu and Li Xiuyuan. He is a powerful guy who dares to take the bet from Princess Hanyan and settle accounts with Young Master Wu.
Even Luo Hanyan was stunned. She didn't expect that Mumu was not afraid of her at all, and had the aura to make a bet!
And she naturally won't give up just yet. Who is she? She is the little princess of Tianluo City!
He took a step forward and looked at Mu Mu and said, "I bet this guy can write a poem. As long as he can convince my sisters, I will give you a thousand spirit stones. If not, you will only give me five hundred spirits." how?"
The bang was enough to knock Mu Mu Ruomao off her feet.
She had never been afraid of anyone in the world. She didn't expect that the girl in front of her would burn Li Xiuyuan's body. How could she endure it?
Looking at the group of boys and girls in front of her, Mu Mu changed her face.
He stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Bring the spirit stone first, I'm afraid you won't admit it if you lose!"
Luo Hanyan was anxious and looked at her angrily and said, "I am the princess of Tianluo City. Are you afraid that I will rely on you? What about yours? If you lose, where can I find you?"
Mu Mu looked at her and shook her head: "I'm not familiar with you, so I'd better see the spirit stone first... If I lose, my husband and his wife will be guests in Xia Mansion, and you're still worried that I won't have money. Can’t I give it to you?”
Luo Hanyan was furious, looked at a group of sisters and shouted: "Take out whoever has the spirit stone on you. If you win, I will give it to you. If you lose, I will return it to everyone."
Mu Mu was so angry that she jumped up and down. If this was the city lord's palace, she would hit someone.
Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting on the stone bench, did not pay attention to the quarrel between Luo Hanyan and Mu Mu. He seemed to have entered a strange state at the moment.
I don't know whether it was the sprouting green lotus in the body that played the role, or the jade dish from the bun shop old man that entered the body.
At the moment, he seemed to be under the eaves of a bamboo house, with a pot of burning charcoal fire beside him, and a pool of thick ink that had just been ground with hot tea on the table in front of him.
He held a wolf hair in his hand, but in his eyes was a girl in a white dress on the snow-capped mountain outside.
...
Luo Hanyan almost laughed when she saw him like this.
She would never believe what Mu Mu said before her. A twelve-year-old boy might be able to write poems, but he should be able to write poems that would satisfy his young sisters.
What's more, there are a few young people who are watching the excitement and don't mind it. She naturally has the confidence to make this bet with Mu Mu.
At this moment, a group of boys and girls had collected two thousand spiritual stones, put them in a brocade bag and handed them to Luo Hanyan.
Luo Hanyan weighed it, looked at Mu Mu and said with a smile: "I won't bully you. There are two thousand spirit stones here. How about I bet you a thousand. Wouldn't you be interested?"
The young man on the side sneered and said: "I wonder if your brother has any poems that can surprise us? Take them out quickly, these are two thousand spiritual stones!"
The implication of the words is, if you can't afford the gamble, give in quickly without any shame.
Mu Mu was secretly happy in her heart, waved her hands, sighed, and responded gloomily: "You go back to the pavilion to polish the black first, and I will advise my brother here..."
Seeing his fearless look, Luo Hanyan gritted her teeth and said, "Then please discuss it with this young master, and we'll wait for each other in the pavilion."
After saying that, he turned around and left with a group of people, and for a while, the sound of laughter rang out from the shore of Yanyu Lake.
A group of men and women met for a while and had spiritual stones to share.
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Ran couldn't be happier.
Li Xiuyuan, who was caught up in the artistic conception, looked at the girl in the white dress fluttering on the snow mountain, stretched out his left hand as if to caress her face, and murmured: "Mumu... where are you? I'm fine." Miss you!"
Mu Mu was startled, reached out and grabbed his hand and replied, "Brother Mu Mu is here, Mu Mu misses you so much!"
Li Xiuyuan did not expect that Mu Mu, who was far away in the snow-capped mountains, would suddenly come to him. He couldn't help but feel happy and said with a smile: "It's great to see you again, Mu Mu!"
Mu Mu frowned, thinking something was wrong with her brother, but she didn't think about it carefully.
Instead, he continued: "Those bad guys bullied Mu Mu for not being able to write poems, and bet Mu Mu with two thousand spirit stones. If Mu Mu can't write, he will pay them a thousand spirit stones!"
Li Xiuyuan was stunned for a moment and said angrily: "Two thousand spirit stones are a lot? Who dares to bully my Mu Mu?"
Mu Mu chuckled and said in his ear: "Two thousand spirit stones is a lot. Even Mu Mu only spent a hundred spirit stones to buy clothes and shoes for her brother!"
In the artistic conception, Li Xiuyuan sighed softly and said: "You can bully me, but you can't bully my sister. Whatever they want, I will take it out for you!"
In the artistic conception, the wolf hair in Li Xiuyuan's hand immediately turned into the long sword condensed with Ruoshui's sword power, which could cut off mountains and rivers if there was any disagreement.
Mu Mu smiled and said softly: "Brother doesn't need to fight, just write a poem that convinces them. If you win the money, Mumu will buy clothes for your brother!"
After speaking, he took Li Xiuyuan's hand and walked towards the pavilion by the lake.
While walking, Yide said softly: "Brother, I was thinking about how you would be alone in an unknown place after Mu Mu turned into a phoenix and left..."
If you want to write poetry, you must first have an artistic conception. This is what the husband taught Mumu, and she will use it to teach her brother.
The two of them walked step by step towards the pavilion by the lake...
In the artistic conception, Li Xiuyuan seemed to have returned to an unknown place back then, walking step by step towards the old demon standing in front of the Taoist temple!
The old demon tied him to the old tree on the top of the mountain with a wave of his hand, intending to seize his body.
The anxious Mu Mu transformed into a phoenix in desperation, sprayed out a stream of Nirvana fire, and burned it towards the old demon, saving her brother who was hanging on the tree.
Xiao Qing, who transformed into Qingluan, and Mu Mu, who transformed into a phoenix, flew high into the sky to deal with the thousand-year-old demon!
Li Xiuyuan, who transformed into a god and Buddha, swung a demon-killing sword!
A golden light descended, taking Mu Mu and Qing Luan, who were transformed into phoenixes, towards the nine heavens, leaving only the young man who collapsed on the ground with tears streaming down his face...
"Mumu...my Mumu..."
In the artistic conception, Li Xiuyuan had tears on his face and murmured softly.
"Brother, Mumu is here to accompany you. Come on, let them see how powerful my brother is..."
Pulling Li Xiuyuan to the table in the pavilion, the ink had been polished and the paper had been spread out, waiting for the bald boy in black to conquer.
"Sister Hanyan, is this guy a fool? Look at his dazed look..."
"Smoking Princess, stop gambling, this guy is sick!"
"Shut up, if you make any more noise I'll beat you!" Mu Mu got angry and looked at the young man behind her and said angrily.
"Everyone, please stop arguing and let him finish writing. Anyway, the gambling has begun. Either they lose or we win. What are you afraid of?"
Luo Hanyan didn't want to interrupt the bet between the two at this time. She wanted Mu Mu and Li Xiuyuan to be convinced of their loss. Two thousand spirit stones was not a small sum of money.
Mu Mu took a deep breath, looked at a group of men and women and said, "If we continue to argue, we won't bet!"
As soon as these words came out, the pavilion suddenly became quiet. What a joke, everyone was waiting to share the money!
At this time, Li Xiuyuan had already let go of Mu Mu's hand and held the wolf hair that Mu Mu handed him. In his artistic conception, he was in a trance in Tianshan Mountain.
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At the top, it feels like sitting in a bamboo house enjoying the snow.
Behind him is the master's full bookshelf, and in his hand is a long sword that can chop off snowflakes.
Staring at Hu Xuan on the table, he let out a sigh that was like passing through the long river of time, from the present to the past, and from the future to the present.
The wolf hair held in the hand, a drop of thick ink on the tip of the smile could not help but drip down...
The young man looked at the snowflakes in the wind and snow with the long sword in his hand and couldn't help but slash through it with his sword...
The sword passes and the snow falls!
When the sword passed by, there was a sword on the paper that swept away like a blazing flame! It seems that there is only one opportunity left to make this ink-bearing Hu Xuan burst into flames!
Under the artistic conception, what Li Xiuyuan used was no longer the Ruoshui sword force, but his flaming sword force that had not yet turned into reality!
After brewing for countless springs, summers, autumns and winters, this flaming sword intent finally turned into an invincible sword power at this moment!
A drop of thick ink dropped, and it turned into a sword that was about to burn everything in the world!
A machine. The scene of weaving shuttle flies away. Lanfang is always sad and sleepless at night. Vomiting and vomiting are woven into spring hatred, and they are kept until Lang returns.
...
Four machines. The mandarin ducks want to fly together. It's a pity that the old man turns gray first. Green grass on the spring waves, deep in the cold dawn, bathed in red clothes.
...
In less than a quarter of an hour, the four pictures of the pen moving the dragon and the snake, and the sword slashing the wind and snow have already appeared on the paper.
At the moment when he was about to throw away his pen, Li Xiuyuan, who still had unfinished meaning, signed with his pen and cut out a sword like water at the end of the poem.
On the pen and inkstone, the inscription is: Immortal Luoxia.
When Li Xiuyuan wrote the last stroke, Mu Mu's face was already full of tears. He understood the artistic conception of this poem from Li Xiuyuan's artistic conception.
It turns out that after he left that year, what his brother thought about most was Mu Mu, who transformed into a phoenix and flew into the sky.
It turns out that my brother has never forgotten me!
No wonder my mother would say that she and my brother are two bodies and one fate!
This is the unique brother in heaven and earth!
On the writing and inkstone table, Li Xiuyuan had not yet woken up from his artistic conception. He looked up at the large lake in front of him and shouted softly: "Martial nephew Wuxin, why do you have to live in your own dream?"
Just this sentence of "Wuxin Master Nephew" was like a thunderbolt on Mumu's head, reminding her of the Wuxin monk sitting in front of the lake in Prajna Temple on a hunger strike...
"Brother, you are Mu Mu's brother!"
Mu Mu suddenly fell to the ground weakly. She watched Li Xiuyuan move out of the pavilion and walked towards the stone bench by the lake. Mu Mu then covered her mouth and couldn't help shouting desperately.
"Brother, don't forget Mumu!"
"Boom!" There was a sound of thunder on the ground, and then a whirlwind swept from the opposite side of the lake and swept away Li Xiuyuan who was sitting on the stone bench.
"Brother, don't go, don't leave Mumu..."
Mumu fell to the ground and was already crying. Her brother, who had just been reunited for a few days, left her just as he was about to regain his memory.
Amid the whistling wind, Tang Qiuyu's cry came: "Mumu, where are you!"
Another voice also sounded in the wind: "Sister, where are you? Your sister-in-law and I are here, come out quickly."
"Li Xiuyuan, come out quickly. It's time to eat soon. Aren't you hungry?" This was Xiao Qing's voice.
After the thunder, not a drop of rain fell.
A whirlwind blew through and took away the young man sitting by the lake.
A group of boys and girls who woke up from Li Xiuyuan's artistic conception were stunned for a moment when they saw Mu Mu lying on the ground crying, because they saw the sword on the note that was about to break through the air!
Luo Hanyan, who came back to his senses, looked at Mu Mu and murmured: "Sister, where is that person?!"
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